The way I literally have lived the pages of this book. Friendship is such a beautifully hard and wonderful thing. The way that I often hold closely to the memories of how things are while simultaneously awaiting what will be as we grow is both grand and tumultuous. It’s hard, to want things to remain but also be expectant for change. And when change occurs, whew - the pain that comes with transition and loosing some things that are good, is hard - but Emily Henry reminds us that there’s better. Love is a constant reminder of better. 

Wyn + Harriet are just tender. Like goodness. Gracious. I weep. But my heart lives with this friend group. The depth of friendship, the hardship that comes with not wanting to let them down, and also being a part and doing life without people you’ve done life with for so long. All of it is just - weeeepppyyy. And so….  I wept. 💀